Beginning the Search
VG Shrink
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
olimarnite
Peach stepped off of the staircase and walked into the Inn's lobby. The Toad girl standing at the desk rushed over.
"Good morning, Princess. How was your rest?" she asked, giving Peach a bright smile. Peach smiled in return.
"Lovely." she said.
"Glad to hear it. If you want some breakfast, I've already laid out some things on the table over there." The girl said, gesturing to the table in the corner of the room. "You look like you're in hurry today, Princess."
"You're right about that." Peach responded, walking over to the table. "I'll just take something for later."
Peach picked up a few things from the table, and dropped them into a bag. She waved to the Toad girl as she stepped out the door. She made a beeline for Frankly's house, and knocked on the door. A few moments later, it swung open.
"Good, you're here, Princess." The elderly Goomba said, stepping aside. Peach entered the house, and sat down at the table. Frankly, it seemed, had been researching for at least an hour already. "I'm sorry to say that I haven't found anything of use yet, but we might pick something up if we work together." Frankly said, taking his seat.
Without another word, the two began to scan through the stack of books on the table.
Goombella had only begun to realize how very hungry she was as she looked down at the breakfast table from her vantage point in Peach's hair. As Peach walked toward Frankly's house, Goombella hoped that she would have an opportunity to retrieve some of the food for herself and Mario. She knew that Mario must have secured some sort of position on the giant princess's body, and wondered when they would be able to reconvene.
Mario, meanwhile, was not having such a peaceful time. He was just barely able to see in his latest prison, but it wasn't much help. He was constantly being jostled around by Peach's movement, and could do very little to adjust his position. A ways above him were three things that he dearly wished he wasn't so close to at this tiny size. The openings that were Peach's anus and vagina were the two that he most strongly hoped to avoid, as there was no guarantee that he would be able to escape from inside Peach's body if he were pulled in, especially if his presence cause her to become aroused. Just above Peach's relaxed clitoris was a small tuft of blond hair, which might have made a probable escape route, if it were not so densely tangled. At long last, Peach stopped moving for several moments, and Mario pushed himself to his feet. The mixed smells permeating the air in the confine of Peach's panties were nearly overpowering at his tiny size, and he knew he needed to get out as soon as he could manage it. As he began to climb up the fabric that made up the front, he heard a muffled voice that sounded like Professor Frankly's. He grabbed a firm hold on the fabric as soon as Peach began to move again, but panicked as she suddenly lowered down. She seemed to have sat down on what was probably a chair, and Mario was glad that he had moved away from the centre of her undergarment when he did. Looking down, he saw that Peach's vagina would have completely engulfed him, had he neglected to move to this position. Peach was sitting completely still, and Mario braced himself to jump to the patch of hair that clung to Peach's groin. He threw himself from the fabric, and swung his arms wildly, trying to secure a hold on one of the many hairs.
"Aha, yes!" he shouted as he hooked one of his arms into a tangle of hairs. He swung his other arm up and grabbed another cluster of hairs, followed by another. It was slow work, but he was gradually reaching Peach's waistline.
"Good morning, Princess. How was your rest?" she asked, giving Peach a bright smile. Peach smiled in return.
"Lovely." she said.
"Glad to hear it. If you want some breakfast, I've already laid out some things on the table over there." The girl said, gesturing to the table in the corner of the room. "You look like you're in hurry today, Princess."
"You're right about that." Peach responded, walking over to the table. "I'll just take something for later."
Peach picked up a few things from the table, and dropped them into a bag. She waved to the Toad girl as she stepped out the door. She made a beeline for Frankly's house, and knocked on the door. A few moments later, it swung open.
"Good, you're here, Princess." The elderly Goomba said, stepping aside. Peach entered the house, and sat down at the table. Frankly, it seemed, had been researching for at least an hour already. "I'm sorry to say that I haven't found anything of use yet, but we might pick something up if we work together." Frankly said, taking his seat.
Without another word, the two began to scan through the stack of books on the table.
Goombella had only begun to realize how very hungry she was as she looked down at the breakfast table from her vantage point in Peach's hair. As Peach walked toward Frankly's house, Goombella hoped that she would have an opportunity to retrieve some of the food for herself and Mario. She knew that Mario must have secured some sort of position on the giant princess's body, and wondered when they would be able to reconvene.
Mario, meanwhile, was not having such a peaceful time. He was just barely able to see in his latest prison, but it wasn't much help. He was constantly being jostled around by Peach's movement, and could do very little to adjust his position. A ways above him were three things that he dearly wished he wasn't so close to at this tiny size. The openings that were Peach's anus and vagina were the two that he most strongly hoped to avoid, as there was no guarantee that he would be able to escape from inside Peach's body if he were pulled in, especially if his presence cause her to become aroused. Just above Peach's relaxed clitoris was a small tuft of blond hair, which might have made a probable escape route, if it were not so densely tangled. At long last, Peach stopped moving for several moments, and Mario pushed himself to his feet. The mixed smells permeating the air in the confine of Peach's panties were nearly overpowering at his tiny size, and he knew he needed to get out as soon as he could manage it. As he began to climb up the fabric that made up the front, he heard a muffled voice that sounded like Professor Frankly's. He grabbed a firm hold on the fabric as soon as Peach began to move again, but panicked as she suddenly lowered down. She seemed to have sat down on what was probably a chair, and Mario was glad that he had moved away from the centre of her undergarment when he did. Looking down, he saw that Peach's vagina would have completely engulfed him, had he neglected to move to this position. Peach was sitting completely still, and Mario braced himself to jump to the patch of hair that clung to Peach's groin. He threw himself from the fabric, and swung his arms wildly, trying to secure a hold on one of the many hairs.
"Aha, yes!" he shouted as he hooked one of his arms into a tangle of hairs. He swung his other arm up and grabbed another cluster of hairs, followed by another. It was slow work, but he was gradually reaching Peach's waistline.
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